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May 2020
Love is an addiction, a bad confliction. Overdose on the toxic ahit. Love is hard to quit.
Wasn't ready for a mental war, especially when you miss things more. Sleeping meds didn't work, benzodiazepines ain't my worth. I just wanted it all to work.
I've giving everyone I possibly can, what the other doesn't understand, is that my change was a new level of commitment. A new free spirit. Bow look at me hanging myself because I've got hung up. What's love? Either way I wasn't enough
Giving it all my best, not doing anything more I regret.
I'm a love addict, always was ready to commit. The past caught up, I've let that mess **** up. Now I'm a new many on the search for love.
Ever since a bad break up I've got neurotic, **** near became a alcoholic
I'm a recover, I'm a rebuild, just for my future love heres a little note.
Please don't break me, if you do will you help me put myself back together. I don't want to live with agony, I'm a be better than ever. I won't take anything for granted, nor allow any one to have it.
Keys to my heart you can have it, just locket, keep it in your pocket, bullet proof but not with a rocket, vibe with me so we can rock it, allow peace with nothing to hit.
Nellie 55
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Nellie 55  28/M/Minnesota
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